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| Skyclad Prince Of The Poverty Line Cardboard City Hands locked in darkness - a nocturnal greeting We flutter like moths round the brazier's flame Shrouded in shadow - our clandestine meeting Here where past and present are one and the same. No-one dies in Cardboard City Faces only fade away Eat your pride and take their pity Fight to live another day. And did those feet in ancient times Walk bare upon these lonely streets like mine? Does God watch us from that penthouse high above His children down below who live on air and love? Wrapped in old headlines beneath this shop awning I shiver in silence and wait for the morning. No-one cries in Cardboard City That would be a waste of tears Eat your pride and take their pity Like you have so many years. Youth of our nation - A lost generation Like lepers we march to the chimes of Big Ben. Exiled and rejected by powers elected Our cries from the gutter don't reach number ten. Give us this day our daily bread Before the headlines read "bring out your dead." Chip-wrapper flowers are blown onto this cardboard grave My spray paint epitaph upon the wall it says... "Here lies the bones of some poor homeless vagrant He died as he lived, in the shit on the pavement." No-one dies in Cardboard City Faces only fade away Eat your pride and take their pity Fight to live another day. No-one cries in Cardboard City That would be a waste of tears Eat your pride and take their pity Like you have so many years. |
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